Prodigal Son

So there have been a few things that have been going on but  some preview is needed to this. When my x and I were still together, I bought some books by Stormie Omartian. They were about praying for your children and yoru husband. For quite a long time I did it religiously and I expanded on the prayers that were in the book. I prayed fervently for my family until I gave up for I saw no change. And now?

Well a few things have changed and I am not sure  which to chalk it up to. Many things have chnaged since that time. First, my ex and I split and thus began the ndoctrination against the faith with which we chose to raise our children. Jeff lived through a very confusing time when we split and he was given two diametrically opposed messages. My message was that Dad and I couldnt be best friends and it was best for all of us to seaparte in order to stop the fighting. The x's message was that I was the one who made this happen and so the kids could thank me for ruining their life. In addition to that, they were told that our faith was a bunch of fairy tales.

And so after our split, I still prayed for Jeff, differently know though, not with the books. And I talked with him and argued with him. I was terrified for despite all my own fighting my faith, I know that bottom line, it is THE MOST IMPORTANT AND INTEGRAL thing to have. I worried. I sought  much counsel. I cried. I fretted, I panicked. You name it, I did it.

And I don't know what shifted.  Jeff underwent bullying and some abuse stuff. As a result he underwent OEI therapy. Additionally, he had a God experience that touched him in such a personal way that no one can take that away from him.

The result? I have a child who has moved into a non christian high school, who tells me he misses chapel. I have a son, who is eager to go to the youth group that the church that is attached to his school holds. I have a son, who more than willingly tithes of his own money. I have a son that for the first time, joins in when we worhsip. I have a son that engages in worship art. I have a son that chooses to hear God and listen in and dessemimate that to the congregation.

And to think, that for so long, I thought my prayers around Jeff went unheard. There has always been a struggle for that boy's life.

Special thanks go out to God, first and foremost for hearing a mother's cry. To Rick, for knowing what my experience is like and in knowing develop OEI therapy. To Steph, for so kindly giving up her time to honor my kids by giving them OEI.

From one grateful mom.